wedgies…
I got 'em.
Anyway, two things: this here is a pretty great letter that is in the post-gazette today talking about how crappy the Family Circus is and how great the Boondocks are. The author is one half of a gay couple and also uses the podium to talk shit on Rick Santorum. I can just imagine how many angry letters are going to come pouring into the PG for the following reasons:
1) Folks in the tri-county area love them some gay-bashing (of course, these letters won't get published, which is fine by me).
2) Folks in the tri-county area also love them some Rick Santorum. “He's a fine politician and what he said about homosexuals wasn't all that bad…”
3) PG readers hate the Boondocks. Even though it's basically the same content as Doonesbury, it's seems to be very hard for white people to believe that black people are actually that angry towards the government and white America. “That Arsenio Hall always seems so jubilant on Star Search…”
Fuck, I can't remember what the second thing was because I just had the biggest white trash moment of my life. My grandfather just stopped by with one of the contractors that works for him to assess the backyard (my mom's has this old, cracked concrete out there and is looking to replace it). Now, it's not that I have a problem with this visit but I'm currently wearing what I slept in…a tshirt and the aforementioned wedgie-inducing underwear. The tshirt is thankfully providing enough coverage but it's still not a state that I would want my grandfather to see me in. I'm also quite dirty and greasy at the moment.
The guy he was with was all, “Ah, I hear you're a ballet dancer. That's really impressive blahblahblah…” All I felt like saying was, “Uh, thanks.” My grandparents need to update their casual acquaintances about my life in the last 6 years.
Anyway, there I was, tshirt, underwear, bare feet, greasy hair, illegitimate baby on my hip…I am so fucking glamorous.
Before he left my grandfather took the opportunity to lecture me on the “Re-elect Len Bodack” sign in front of our house. My cousin, the constable, put it there and I am sorry to admit that I haven't been following the local elections.
I really need to take a shower and get dressed in case any other family members decide to drop by.
